I forgot to post about Mireya’s traumatic afternoon on last Wednesday. It was awful! Jason was out of town and I was putting together a crock-pot dinner. Mireya was playing with some of her toys on the kitchen floor in front of the dishwasher. She was 2-3 feet from me and I was keeping a close eye on her. She was happy as a little clam and every once in awhile she would get up and get new toys and then bring them back to play again. One of those times, she went to get up and all of the sudden she screamed. I looked over and she was holding her ankle and crying, so I assumed that she hit it on the dishwasher or the cupboard.
She gets hurt all the time, you know, minor bumps and bruises because she’s always running around like a nut and she usually just says, “Ow!” After I kiss it better she’s fine. I knew from her cry that she wasn’t fine this time. I got her blanket and Violet, her stuffed bear that makes owies better and I was going to rock her in the rocking chair. I wanted to get a look at her ankle and I immediately saw blood and a long hole in the back of her sock where her achilles tendon is. I took her into the bathroom to rinse it off and I could see that it was really bad. I thought she might need stitches. I was just hoping that her tendon wasn’t nicked!
She must have cut it on the dishwasher. It’s stainless steel and it wraps underneath, but the edge that’s only a little off the floor, is very sharp. No one but a tiny person could possibly get cut on it, and get cut she did.
I realized that I had to find a way to cover it and stop the bleeding so that she couldn’t mess with it on the drive to the doctor. I wrapped it in sterile gauze and medical tape and rushed to the doctor. Honestly, from the time she got hurt to driving out of the driveway, it took maybe three minutes. It’s amazing how you can think fast and move quickly when your baby is hurt!
They examined her at the doctor and said that it was deep enough for stitches, but due to the angle of the cut and the fact that it was right where she was going to bend it all the time, they opted to glue it shut. They padded it really well and then wrapped it. It took several nurses to hold her still, plus me, and I sang lullabies the whole time. It was so sad! I hate it when she gets hurt, but this was a new one for me. In the end, she was totally fine after they gave her a popsicle, but I was honestly shaken. One of the nurses who has two small children gave me a mommy pep talk. She reminded me that I can’t prevent everything and that I did the right thing. It’s hard not to blame yourself as a parent, even when you know that there is nothing you could’ve differently and you can’t predict random accidents. I still feel bad though.
She’s almost completely recovered by now. It will probably scar, but it’s healing really well. She still complains that it hurts, but I think it’s more her remembering the pain now. The wrap is off and she just has a Tinkerbell bandaid. It’s so scary